I painted this.
it represents my ultimate greatest fear:
struggling, seen only at mask depth
yellow = mask
blue eye = me
blue tears = behind mask
green = you
don't *ever* assume
look past the mask
and you'll find yourself looking at a soul
a hurting soul, probably
I'm sorry asking Ben Paynter if the piece of paper he was scrupulously looking at was a map to his weiner, not realizing that it was a triple joke:
- small ween
- stupid
- fat
3x
he's good
he's fine
he's with me
I'm sorry plucked beard hairs to the floor at work, anxiety
I'm sorry eating all of Mom's favorite meat on the day she was having a bad day
I'm sorry eating an entire pan of Mom's cupcakes in one night that may have been for a catering job
wear it as a shield
like a Hyrulean
here's the thing though:
it's a tale of regret
a trail of regret
a fail of sets of
girls and pets
met her let's get
dressed in hexes
beck no sext text me
flee lest I'm obsessed
I'm ready to not suck at being awesome
I seek wisdom
her name starts with a K
I remember her number
I sang her a song at HS
didn't tell her
I flirted
time would stop
I tried
I text/called
I think I held her hand once
I almost kissed her
I wished/fantasized
we saw a shooting star
I called her from MT
I thought about her
I failed.
I would watch a shortclip show of candid 2 second clips of people getting purposefully honked at even though they're driving totally safe
one after another
apparently it is the tech guy's duty
tech guy thinks it's not his duty
tech guy gets hacked
tech guy loses
tech guy loses again and again
until he becomes the tech guy AND the llc guy
and sues the f***ing s*** out of them
not. optimum.
but I'm proud to say I can fit my love life into 22 tweets
rank:
1️⃣ K1, K2, L1
2️⃣ C2, ME2, JP
3️⃣ KH, AH, T1
4️⃣ C1, K3, T2, S1
5️⃣ R1, L2, N2
6️⃣ BA, HJ, B1
7️⃣ everyone else
8️⃣ BT, DT, BT2, ME
I failed.
thirty four
flirty whore
but there's good news.
somewhere.
I'll find it.
you see with AI these days
cohesion algorithms
formulas, and what not
math
these variables
they each are significant
able to be plugged in
there must be some sort of...
lowest common denominator
or something
or some type of
3x = 9
sort of thing
BA:
- club
- bathroom
- gender:
- confusion (self)
- opposite (person)
- 9.5 crossfaded
- KH is there
- AH is there
- I think HJ is there
- first time
- complete
- almost black out
- leave bathroom
- black out
I propose to K2 three times over GitHub
no one says word
R1 and L2 seem off
T2 is still keeping me zoned
N2 appears
she is autistic
we both have ADHD
sets friend boundaries
I ignore them and we go to mall
I explain L1 as best as can
N2 says I lied, have too many issues
N2 = gone
earlier includes seeing LE naked a bunch of times
LE and JP were roommates
LE says I NCMO'd JP
I did not
LE is mad
ME2 returns from mission
she could be supermodel #1 + kind, LDS
take her on 3 dates
make 0 moves
except for an awkward hug at mini golf
JP = married
ME2 = married
partway there is JP
JP and I Netflix and kiss
JP and I mack a few
we go on a couple dates
mack, I clothes complete
mack again
Mr. & Mrs. Smith her a little hard
bc idk what else to do
clothes were to stay on
I don't trust myself with her next time
txt breakup
I failed.
AH = married
KH = married
HJ = I ghost
BA = I don't remember, blacked out
my past also includes:
- BT
- DT
- BT
- ME
- B1
- NT
- ST
one of these things is not like the other = ST
I felt ST up twice and then felt bad
broke up
I failed.
morning after bush null AH
I wake up next to AH
I decide to wake her sexily
but need to not null
like the night before
when I blacked out
still drunk
I start to warm myself up first
self
but accidentally self-complete
oops
leave
bike home 6 drunk
sneak in
shower
church by 9:30